Date: Mon, 9 Nov 2009 22:13:33 -0500
From: Angela Roberts <hydrofiveighteen@gmail.com>
Subject: Praying For France Part 1 (Romance)

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Praying for France
By Hydro
(Copyright Nov. 2009)

My name is Camron, and this the story of someone who touched my life so
profoundly, and deeply that the image of her is still vibrant in my mind.


It was the beginning of my freshman year in high school, and I knew I
wanted to start carving a path to international business, so I chose my
classes accordingly. Mock U.N., World Studies, Government, along with
extensive math courses. My first day was going well, the normal passing out
of books, and permission slips. Before I knew it my last class was coming
up, my favorite as well, Mock U.N. What better way to carve the path to
international business than with understanding other countries diplomatic
standpoints?

I took my seat, reading over the syllabus for the year, five minutes early
to avoid the awkwardness of asking ?Is this seat taken?? It was quite the
course load to take on, but I was determined to make my dreams of traveling
the world come true. The classrooms walls were enveloped with posters and
pictures of the countries I would come to love. The desks were setup in
twos with six columns and five rows spanning the room.

Just as Mr. Harris was about to shut the door she stumble in, and my breath
flew out. She was gorgeous, standing at 5?2??, dark blonde hair on the
verge of turning brunette, athletic tone, perfect smile, and what looked
like deep green eyes( I couldn?t be sure for this distance.) I snapped back
to reality when I heard someone talking to me.

?Hello? Is anyone seating here?? She said.

Great, I thought to myself I must look like a fool.

?Oh, no. Go ahead? I responded as quickly as I could, maybe with too much
eagerness.

?Thanks? She said in a very monotone voice.

There was little time for talking, which I was thankful for. Can?t stick
your foot in your mouth if there is no opportunity to open it. I found out
her name was Diem from our class introductions. I also found out that the
person seated next to us would be our partner for the year, my stomach
dropped to the floor.

I was lost in my own world when I heard the bell ring and Diem was gone. I
walked home, opting out of the bus ride, needing time to think without
interruption from my friends. How could someone I?d never seen before have
such an impact on me? I decided I would suppress my feelings and stick to
my dreams.

A few weeks passed, and I was able to control any feelings of attraction
towards Diem long enough to learn that she also wanted to travel the world,
as a photographer. Mock U.N became my favorite class for reasons other than
learning about foreign countries at that point.

After a month of school, and several run-ins with speechlessness, Diem
became a close friend.  We also got to the section of class where would
choose a country and begin forming arguments for upcoming
debates. Mr. Harris then let us choose pieces of paper out of a cup with
the name of the country we would be defending on it.

?I hope we get France? Diem said.

?No way, France is my favorite country.?

?Really?? She asked with a skeptical look on her face ?What?s your favorite
thing about it??

I could tell she was trying to gauge if I loved it because of what I saw in
magazines or on T.V., or if I had a true love for it.

?Well, I suppose most people would say the Eiffel Tower or The Louvre, but
my favorite part is off the beaten path. I?d love to explore the small
markets, talk to the locals, or take a ride through the back country.?

?After all, France is much more than Paris. Is it not?? I finished feeling
a sense of pride in the fact that I did not stumble over any of the words,
because I did love France almost as much as I loved her at that moment.

?Wow, Cam. No offense but I didn?t think you?d be so worldly.? She said
with a smile, and something else hidden deep in her soul that was showing
through her eyes, which I found out were in fact green that varied from
light to dark depending on her mood.

?Thank You?? I said, while wondering what that look in her eyes was.

Mr. Harris interrupted my train of thought, ?Cam, Diem choose a piece of
paper.?

I let her have the honor. I watched as she closed her eyes, knowing that
she was secretly praying for France. She fished around for a few seconds
before pulling out a piece, and handing to Mr.  Harris.

?France it is ladies.? Mr. Harris said.

She got the biggest smile I?ve ever seen grace her face, and she turned and
hugged me. I was surprised to say the least, and hugged her back. After
about 10 seconds she pulled away quickly, and became very quiet. I wondered
if I had pushed my luck.

Lost in my thoughts of her, as I often became during this class, the bell
woke me up from my day dreams, and once again Diem had gone before I could
ask if I?d done anything wrong.  Days passed without any words from her,
she just sat there looking lost.

I?d study everything I could about France, and knew it like any person from
there would know it. I walked into class, and Diem was sitting there with
that same lost look, I had to know what was wrong.

?Diem, what?s wrong? You haven?t said a word to me in a week.? I said with
more concern than I meant to elicit.

She turned towards me and whispered ?I don?t want to talk about this right
now, come over this weekend??

?Was it something I did??

?No, just leave it for this weekend, please?? She asked with pleading eyes
that I could not bring myself to turn away from or displease. So I dropped
it. The week passed by slowly with the same behavior from Diem.

I became angry, confused, and most of all hurt. If it wasn?t something I
had done, what could cause this cold shoulder act?

I?d never found my attraction to her to frighten me, but being at her house
suddenly made me aware of how deep that attraction ran. I stood on the
doorstep thinking if I could run home fast enough before anyone answered
the door.

I went to turn and the door opened.

?Hi, you must me Cam. I?m Melissa, Diem?s mom.?

?Hi Melissa, very nice to meet you.? I said, dumbfounded. I now knew where
Diem got her beauty from.

?Come in, please.? She said, with that same smile I?ve seen on her
daughters face time and time again.

?Thank you.?

?Let me go get Diem? She said going up the stairs.

This gave me a chance to look around. The house looked big from the
outside, but served no justice for the beauty of the inside. I remember
Diem mentioning her mother was an interior designer.

Over the past few months I?d get lost in my thoughts so easily that I?d
never realize when someone was talking to me.

?CAM!? Diem said loudly and with a giggle in her voice.

?I need to stop doing that huh??

?Yes you do, where do you go when you get lost like that??

I stopped to think about my response, but was gladly interrupted by
Melissa.

?Alright girls, I?m headed out for the weekend. Diem no crazy parties.? She
said with a smirk on her face.

There was the ?stomach dropping to the floor? feeling again.

?I wouldn?t dare Mom.? Diem said in a sarcastic tone that I?d become
accustomed to.

?Bye Cam, it was very nice to meet you. Sorry we don?t have more time to
chat. I have a meeting in New York. I?ll see you two on Sunday.?

A whole two days with Diem, alone. I wished there was someone to clean up
my spilled guts.

After a few more words, and hugs goodbye Melissa was gone. I stood there,
rooted like a one hundred year old tree. Diem turned to me and smiled. It
seemed as if these past two weeks had never transpired.

?Want something to eat?? She asked.

?Uhm, sure.?

?Okay follow me.? And I obeyed, like a new puppy being trained. Her house
was more beautiful than I had thought. After making our way through a hall
and a formal dining room we ended in the kitchen.  ?Order out? Or find
something here?? She asked, and with that same look of being lost that I?d
seen recently.

?Whichever you?d like? The truth was I didn?t feel like eating for fear of
my nerves getting the better of the food.

?Why don?t we make some popcorn and go watch a movie??

?Sounds good to me.?

?Okay great.? She said with a smile returning to her face. I sat down and
watched her move around the kitchen with ease. But more so I just watched
her, undressed her with my eyes, and yet again got lost in thought.

?Cam? Hello? You in there?? Diem said, bringing me back from a very sexy
fantasy.

I couldn?t help but stare at her. The clothes she was wearing did not
help. A tight grey tank, and sweat shorts that looked to be only 7 inches
in length. She looked perfect to be honest. Her hair was up, and she just
seemed so natural.

?Yeah, sorry.? I said.

She bent down to get something and I got a glimpse of her ass. It felt like
she was taking her time in finding whatever it was she needed.

?Anything to drink?? She finally broke our silence.

?Yeah, lemonade if you have it.? I said.

?Okay, why don?t you go in the living room and look for a movie? They?re in
the shelf to the left of the TV.?

?Alright.? I got up hoping she hadn?t noticed my legs had turned to jelly.

I entered the living room, and found the movies. I couldn?t decide between
a romantic comedy, or something scary. I eventually chose the scary movie,
put it in and turned on the TV. I sat down on the couch and watched the
previews.

?What did you pick?? She asked, startling me.

?You scared me.? I said.

?I?m sorry, you seem so jumpy tonight.? She said with a smirk.


?I know, I don?t know what?s up with me.? Lying of course ? I chose a scary
movie ironically.?

?Good, they?re my favorite.? She added before placing the food on the
coffee table in front of us and then sitting down next to me.

Half of the movie passed before it got scary, and when I get scared I get
cold. Diem must have noticed me shaking and grabbed a blanket and put it
around me while rubbing my arm to warm me up.

?Thanks.? I said in a somber tone.

?No problem Cam.? She said with a look of concern on her face.

We were about 45 minutes from the end of the movie when it became so scary
that regardless of the blanket I could not stop shaking. Diem moved over,
which made me jump.

?Hey, calm down. It?s just me. Here, lean back.? She said removing the
blanket and pulling me towards her with my back against her stomach. She
placed the blanket back over us and wrapped her arms around me and held me
like this for the rest of the movie.

I couldn?t concentrate on the movie after she had done this, and eventually
stopped shaking.

?Cam, can I ask you something?? Diem finally said after 10 minutes of the
movie being over. I was afraid to move, because I thought if I did it?d be
the last time I was this close to her.

?Of course.? I said. She had to feel my heart beating against her abs.

?The day we hugged, I got scared. Did you?? She asked timidly, out of
character for her.

?No, why would I feel scared of hugging my best friend?? I answered, afraid
to turn around and see her reaction.

?Yeah, you?re right. Want to go upstairs? I?m getting a little tired.? She
said changing the subject fast.

?Yeah, me too.? I said, reluctantly moving from the spot I?d been in for
the past hour.

I followed her upstairs, never missing a chance to stare at her perfect
ass, it was one of my favorite parts of her.

?Umm. The bathroom is to the left and my room is right across, come in when
you?re done changing okay?? She said.

I went in to the bathroom with my bad and grabbed my loose basketball
shorts and black tank. I looked at myself in the mirror. Having my major
growth spurt in the 7th grade, I stood at 5?5??  with an athletic body from
years of basketball. Light brown hair. Tight abs. 36B breasts. And an ass
to match the rest of me perfectly.

I drew up some cold water onto my face, and continued with my nightly
routine. When I finished I put my hair up and gathered my clothes from the
day and put them in my bag.  I took, what seemed like the grand canyon,
walk across the hall to her room, and knocked.

?No need to knock silly, just come in.? Diem said with more life back in
her voice.

I opened the door and took a look around. It was covered with posters much
like Mr. Harris?s room.

?Nice room.? I said.

?Thanks, come over here.? She said.

She was sitting on her floor in front of the bed with travel magazines
strewn out.

?What?s this?? I asked.

?All the places I want to go. Germany, England, Scotland, Ireland, Spain,
and of course France.  It?s actually most of Europe.? She said beaming.

She always looked so at home when talking about the places she saw herself
going. It was the biggest thing we had in common. I sat down next to her
and she handed me a pair of scissors.

?And?? I asked.

?Cut out any of the places you want to go, and we?ll put them on that
board. As a reminder of our dreams.? She said with the sweetest smile.

What she didn?t know was most of my dreams now involved her. I?d have a
reoccurring dream every night. I?d be walking out of a small cottage in the
South of France to a sunrise, and I?d see her outline and stop and
look. I?d then continue walking towards her putting my arms around her
kissing her neck. She?d turn around, snaking her arms around my neck and
pull me to her lips.  But before making contact the dream would always end.

I didn?t realize that I?d let a tear fall.

?Cam, are you okay?? Diem pulled me back to reality.  ?Yeah, nothing
big. Let?s drop it please.? I asked, hoping she?d drop it and she did.

?Lets go to sleep. Okay?? She asked

?Good idea.?

We made our way into bed and I got as close to the edge as I could. My mind
was so overwhelmed with the closeness that I just drifted to sleep within
minutes.

The next day was awkward in a sense. Diem made me breakfast, we watched a
few more movies without any contact, and listened to some music while
cutting out more pictures.

?Cam, will you tell me what?s wrong now? I know I gave you the cold
shoulder the past couple of weeks, but I just?I don?t know, never mind.?
Diem said with a sad look on her face.

?Diem I lied to you.?  I just blurted out.

?About what?? She looked up and deep into my eyes.

?When you asked me if I was scared when you hugged me a few weeks ago, I
was.?

?I knew it, I?m so sorry. I didn?t mean to scare you, you?re such a great
friend. It won?t happen again?? She said with tears streaming down her face
now.

?Diem.? I said moving the magazines out of the way and placing myself in
front of her. ?Look at me.? She wouldn?t lift her head. I moved my hand up
to her chin and lifted her face to look at me.  ?I wasn?t scared because of
you hugging me, I was scared you?d stop. I was scared that you?d pull away
like you did.?

Diem looked at me?



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